entry for the Annual Sully Award

I’m running late for this contest but there is still time for you to get in on it, deadline Tuesday, March 28  Lot of great reading at in this contest!

First Annual Sully Award for Excellence in Writerishness!

Sully Award, Mike  https://mikeallegra.com/2017/03/21/sully-award-competition-now-open/#comment-19685

I have shortened and edited a blog I posted recently.  As submitted, it is:

BECOMING “ME”

The browning album crackled from the weight of the fading pictures as my grandchildren looked at the wonderland that used to be.  Alayna said to Pete, “That used to be Grandma.”

“Wrong, Alayna,” I thought. “That girl was never me.  “I wore her clothes and combed her hair, but she was never me.  She never cuddled my babies, pursued a career, or licked the seal of an envelope containing a final payment. She never climbed my mountains, nor stumbled in my valleys.  She never faced my temptations, nor experienced my victories.  That girl was never grandma, but I was once that girl.”

I experienced what she experienced – the warmth of a hot water bottle on wicked winter nights; the pettiness of being a petulant pouter; the cool coziness of lying prone on newly mopped linoleum; the cushy-curly buoyancy of a Toni perm.

I knew nothing of things still to come that would make me “me.”  Salty tears and delicious laughter, my child’s birth and my mother’s death, the dirge of night and the delight of dawn, the pain of aging and the hope of eternal.

Yes, I once was that little girl, but she was never me.

 

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HE IS THE MUSIC

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Just returned from Sunday morning church.  Thankful for songs-songs that teach, songs that praise.  The sparrows and meadowlarks sang together.  I like it like that.  Some skilled, some not so skilled, but singing together.

WHEN SPARROWS AND SWALLOWS SANG – “How lovely is your Temple, O Lord of the armies of heaven. I long, yes, faint with longing to be able to enter your courtyard and come near to the Living God. Even the sparrows and swallows are welcome to come and nest among your altars and there have their young. O Lord of heaven’s armies, my King and my God! How happy are those who can live in your Temple, singing your praises!” Psalms 84:1-4 (Living Bible)  This was written by “sons of Korah.”  They were the skilled and chosen musicians of that time.  I’m glad they recognized that people like me – the sparrows an swallows ‘ also wanted to sing.  I’m glad they welcomed me into the temple.singing

Are you an old traditionalist (songbook style) or a new traditionalist (off the wall style)? I’ve observed that old traditionalists have experienced a time on the “mount of transfiguration” and many wish to dwell there. Like Peter, they say, “Lord, it is good for us to be here.” (Matt. 17:4) They are not unfamiliar with the glory of the Lord! The truth is that where the Lord is, is GLORY, and when He has left the mountain, the glory has gone with him. It is sometimes hard to see through the mirage. Some in both groups have NOT discovered that HE IS THE MUSIC; some still think it is rhythm, words, and volume with some ambiance of lights and smoke.

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GRADUATION DAY DRAWS NEAR

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(Posting an edited re-blog today.  Thinking of my beautiful granddaughter; wishing her blessings as her college graduation is near.  Story begins about sixteen years ago.  My thoughts as the album pages turn.)

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The browning album crackled from the weight of the fading pictures as mygrandchildren turned the page of the wonderland that used to be.  Alayna said to Pete, “That used to be Grandma.”

“No, Alayna, you’re wrong,” I thought. “That girl was never me.  I wore her clothes and combed her hair, but she never cuddled my babies, pursued a career, or licked the seal of an envelope containing a final payment. She never climbed my mountains, nor stumbled in my valleys.  She had never faced my temptations, nor experienced my victories.  That girl was never grandma, but I was once that girl.”

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Remembering the incident leaves me thinking about why I blog.  One of the reasons I want to become a blogger is because of the opportunity I have to get acquainted with young people.  (And at my age, even sixty is young people!)  I was raised at a time and in a community where there was almost no “generational” divide.  The generations did things together: family reunions, singing rallies, church dinners, baseball, ice skating.  Schools often had several ages and grades in the same room.  We even went places in the same car!  I miss that.  I love young people.  I have walked in their shoes.  I believe I have experiences which would interest them, and I know they have experiences I would like to know about.  Most honestly I can see and hear things so I know some things but I don’t understand the reasons why.  Maybe I can find out some whys by reading blogs.

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A recent story.  I was talking to a little girl who I believe had taken a stick of gum and lied about it, but she denied it vehemently.  I told her of my experience when I was about her age.  I had taken a stick of gum out of my aunt’s sewing machine drawer.  As far as I know no one ever knew it, but it made me feel so guilty that I still remember it.  She still didn’t confess and maybe she didn’t take the gum.  But if she did I wanted her to understand I had been where she was.

Embarrassed?  I’ve been there.  Feel ugly?  I’ve been there.  Frantic with sorrow?  Up all night with sick babies?  Worried?  Tight budget?  Dejected in love?  Loved and been loved?  Scared to speak in public?  Need tires but no money?  I’ve been there.

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Back to the photograph.  I was that girl.  I experienced what that girl experienced.  But I knew nothing of the things to come that would make me “me.”  Salty tears and delicious laughter, the birth of my child and the death of my mother, the dirge of night and the delight of dawn, the pain of aging and the hope of the eternal,  Yes, I was that little girl, but she was never me. And, my precious near-graduate, I once walked in the shoes of a twenty-four-year-old, facing decisions that would determine the actions that would make me an eighty-three year old “me,” with a beautiful, delightful, intelligent, and loving grand-daughter whom I love very much, who someday will be her own “me”.  May you be blessed, now and forever. May you make wise choices regarding the future; God has a plan.  Life is nicer if you walk in it.  Wandering does happen sometimes, but He still has a plan!

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MAX THE MUSIC MAN

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Max the Music Man rocked his mandolin,

Toe-tappin’, hand-clappin’ grew hip again.

      He made music that lingers,

      With his fast fancy fingers

Then treated his calluses with lanolin.

SOCS

 

Prompt from SoCS: use “man” either as a whole word or as a part of a word.

photo from dreamstime

 

 

LindaGHill

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MORE 2nd NIV GRIPES

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A way-back-when story. It was about 1953 or 54, the church was raising money for something. Sammy and I had no money but we had just bought our first TV. We decided to give the church the TV so they could sell it and keep the money. I guess a pay day must have come along because we decided we could buy back our TV from them which we did.

In the forties and fifties when television was becoming available to most people,  the “holiness/Pentecostal kinds of churches” were very cautious about watching television, especially movies.

I was especially influenced by Psalms 101:3, “I will set no wicked thing before my eyes…” Some translations said evil thing, worthless thing, (maybe others). Well, we kept the TV and we started bringing in the apparatus for hooking up movies. But, I still operated pretty well with Ps 101:3 as my guide.

I believe some made their decision about what to watch or not to watch,  based on I Thes. 5:22 about avoiding the appearance of evil, that sounds like a pretty sound guiding scripture to me.

Fast forward to present day. Now I have no idea of what “plumb rod” young people use as a standard for their viewing of TV and movies, along with all the other gadgetry. I am guessing some guidance is given via youth ministries. BUT (bandroll, please) I have found the Bible translation that gives you leeway to just be your own guide. Sort of like in Judges when “every man did what was right in his own eyes.”

Notice Psalms 101:3 “I will not look ’with approval’ on anything that is vile.” So, I guess, you can watch any evil – -just don’t approve of it!? And I Thes. 5:22 drops “the appearance of evil” but it says to “reject evil.” So just don’t do evil, watch it if you want to, huh? Oh, you want to know which Bible? The newest NIV. I’ve griped about it before. I know I don’t have to read it. But it seems like people who know what is happening should speak up.  Just sayin’.

Does this post show you why I am so “knowledgeable” about the slipper slope.  Maybe because I’ve sat on it!

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I WAS GIVEN A LEMON…

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…so I’m making lemonade.  Can’t access my e-mail so to prevent getting mad, I went looking for friends.  Found some on my “like” and comment sections for the last three days.  So here you are:

__M,   Faye,   Laura,   gunroswell,  thechickengrandma,   Robert Lambert Jones III,   calensariel,   True George,   The Showers of Blessings,   SarahC,   itsLucy   Yinglan,   SagesseOblige,   discovermarche,   Invisibly Me,   Eugenia,   Moulshmi radhanpara,   athling2001,   sendnomadoigraphy,   chanty001,   beholdinghimminisries,   Julie Sheppard aka Reiko Chinen,  nildamacedopaulinol,   Tink the Belle,   micketalbot,   Little Fears,   insanitbytes22   Salvageable,   Scott Andrew Bailey,   Dorinda Duclos,   Erin,   nataliescarberry,   Ginger,   Debbie L,   dawnlizjones,   jazzytower,   Helen Espinosa,   Jami Carder,   jacquelineobyikocha,  shoreacres, Reena Saxena,   Heart to soul

I thank you.  I invite you to leave your links in my comment section on this post.  It will be like planting a diamond field, where others can find a jewel.  You’re a great group of bloggers.

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MONDAY – WASH DAY

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Mom calls with a shout

Come help twist the water out

My Monday duty!

 

Ronovan  writes haiku #140 twist and shout

 

 

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ASKING GOD WHY

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Another person (Moses)who had an intimate relationship with God was Jeremiah. An example of Jeremiah’s trust was recorded in Jeremiah, Chapter 32. He was in prison, a cousin offered to sell him land, and God said to buy it, he bought it and sealed the title in a clay jar to be put away for many days.

Jeremiah is puzzled and he asks God “And thou hast said to me, O Lord God, buy thee the field for money, and take witnesses: for the city is given into the hand of the Chaldeans.” God assures Jeremiah that he is going to bring his people back.

Now I want to point out that God was not offended by Jeremiah’s questions. “How” or “why” questions may be just a means of conversation rather than expressions of doubt or lack of faith when they come as a part of a loving, intimate relationship with God.

Part of God’s response to Jeremiah was a verse we all know well, “Is there anything too hard for me?” Are you puzzled about something that is too hard for you? I am; I do ask him about it. He still assures me that he is trustworthy and that nothing is too hard for him.

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TAX TIME

Hear testy taxpayers –

Cawing as a cackle of crows –

 

          As they

Pony up, shell out

Cough up, slap down

Ante up, square off

Settle up, hand out

Clean up, pay up, or

plank down

 

No matter what you call it

It’s done with a frown!

Break the bank or max you out

Won’t be fun, without a doubt!

 

Together they form a murmuration

Like grousing, gaggling geese.

Then breath a sigh, and get to work

365 more days of elbow grease.

Thanks to Krista at The Daily Post for prompt – murmuration.

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/murmuration/”>Murmuration</a&gt;

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